Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.

I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

And all for love, and nothing for reward.

What cannot be cured must be endured.

All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

The fish once caught new bait will hardly bite.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

Who will not mercy unto others show. How can he mercy ever hope to have?

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

To know that one has never really tried - that is the only death.

Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better.

We're all like children. We may think we grow up, but to me, being grown up is death, stopping thinking, trying to find out things, going on learning.

When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It's like death.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

Death is a distant rumor to the young.

For years the Trio did nothing but play for musicians and other hip people. We practically starved to death.

I don't sit in the corner waiting for death: death has to pursue me. I'm going strong. I hope to reach 100 and ask for an extension, just like my grandmother did.

On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down .

Because the Illinois death penalty system is arbitrary and capricious - and therefore immoral - I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death.

I'm Irish. I think about death all the time.

I don't fear death because I don't fear anything I don't understand. When I start to think about it, I order a massage and it goes away.

The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

Death doesn't frighten me; now I can think peacefully of ending a long life.

Death comes for us all. Even for kings he comes.

In Shakespearean tragedy the main source of the convulsion which produces suffering and death is never good: good contributes to this convulsion only from its tragic implication with its opposite in one and the same character.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

Some people say my work is often depressing and pessimistic, with the emphasis on death, blood, overcrowding, strange beings and so on, but I don't really think it is.

In Goddess religion death is not feared, but is understood to be a part of life, followed by birth and renewal.

Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.

Most of the debate over the cultures of death and life is about process. The debate focuses on the technology available to determine how we prolong life and how and when we end it.

I think that the core doctrines of Christianity - the incarnation, the resurrection, life after death-these are as strong as ever. In fact, the belief in life after death has increased in this century.

Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.

When I see someone who is starved, they don't look alert. They don't have boundless energy. If you're too skinny, it looks like you're near death.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

Early this morning, I signed my death warrant.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.